Sketches — Volume 04 by Robert Seymour
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(her master) when she escaped to the regions below.
Even his medical attendant was compelled to acknowledge the efficacy of his domestic prescriptions of water-gruel and honey in catarrhs, and roasted onions in ear-aches, and sundry other simple appliances; and, in fine, found himself, on most occasions, rather a 'consulting surgeon,' than an apothecary, for he was compelled to yield to the man who had studied Buchan's and Graham's Domestic Medicine. And the only consolation he derived from his yielding affability, were the long bills occasioned by the mistakes of this domestic quack, who was continually running into errors, which required all his skill to repair. Nay, his wife's mantua-maker did not escape his tormenting and impertinent advice; for he pretended to a profound knowledge in all the modes, from the time of Elizabeth to Victoria, and deemed his judgment in frills, flounces, and corsages, as undeniable and infallible. Of course the sempstress flattered his taste; for his wife, poor soul! she soon had tact enough to discover, had no voice in the business. His eldest son, George, had a notion that he could angle. Old V____ immediately read himself up in Walton, and soon convinced--himself, that he was perfect in that line, and quite capable of teaching the whole art and mystery. "See, George," said he, when they had arrived at a convenient spot for their first attempt, "this is the way to handle your tackle; drop it gently into the water,--so!" and, twirling the line aloft, he hooked the branches of an overhanging tree!--sagaciously adding, "You see I make no splash! and hold your rod in this manner!" |
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